How many dreams must be broken to see the right way.
Why do we cast down words that break people to pieces?
To touch the sky with my broken wings.
To be one with the earth
To carve my path into the stone work of life
To step though the world
To seek out it puzzles
The wind tells me of secrets and times that be.
This new world is blooming with life and mysteries
So do not turn to look away from the truth.
Seek to find the story in which you belong.
If you do not find it
It will find you
All things have a place in which they belong.
So choice to follow the winding path
